Oh pillow, my ex,
You used to listen to the weeps of my heart
And l confess that
You seemed to be a comfort for me
But now,
When words cry out my heart,
and when the comfort he give me
is unfathomable,
How can l not fall for him!
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Glimpse!
PoetryHeya! Here lets have a glimpse of 'Glimpse!' by me, a teen. Earliear, these poems used to be a collection of my random scribblings which reflected my insanity of insane lovewith words. But now, rather than loving words, being selfish, lam usi...
